She does, quite easily

"What are you doing?" Raven asked, now only moving her body around slightly, a totally vain and futile attempt at getting free from her bondage. The golden lasso had already done its work, changing Raven's personality to suit her new life as a sex **** better.

"Simply preparing you for your servitude to our master." Diana said. She held the lasso in place around Raven, still naked and covered in piss from Raven's rescue. "State your name and purpose in life."

Raven sighed, looking off to the side as if she still didn't really want to do any of this. Diana raised an eyebrow. Was the lasso not working? Or was it perhaps a lack of work ethic?

"My name is Raven...**** to your master, and willing to do..." She crossed her arms, sighing yet again. "...Whatever it takes to please him..."

Although it might be amusing for John, Diana didn't find it as such. She marched the few steps over to Raven and grabbed her hair tightly, forcing her to look up.

"Would you rather be doing something else, ****?"

"Yes, a thousand things." Raven replied, same as before. The lasso must have worked in some way, at least. She wasn't responding normally to this display of **** on Diana's part. "I'd rather be reading a book or getting some meditation done. But...if my master needs something, of course, I'm available for his use."

Diana had heard her master use this particular phrase before when describing the expression Raven currently had on. A curious phrase. 'Done with life'. Nonetheless, the lasso did its job. Now to complete her mission and return home safely.

"Grab my armor, Raven. I assume you can fly?"

"I'm the daughter of an interdimensional demon god, I better be able to fly." Raven said, using her powers to lift her armor as well as herself.

"Good. Follow me to your new home..."

Floating down to the balcony outside of the luxury apartment, Diana and Raven were ready for the beginnings of their new lives. Diana wasn't worried at all. She knew perfectly well that all that mattered was her master's happiness. Even if he decided to discard Diana, throw her to the streets to let any random stranger take her as his new property, she would be satisfied with life. Even if he liked his two new toys better. Oh, she hoped he liked them.

"I'm hearing some weird noises..." Raven commented.

She was right. Diana heard...moaning. She opened the balcony door to see the source.

There was Starfire, naked, on the floor, surrounded by some of the fattest, ugliest men she had ever seen (and Diana would regularly allow herself to be taken by homeless vagrants.) Starfire's orange-tinted back was being forcefully pushed into the floor, her stem-like legs pointed almost straight up into the air as she was penetrated by one fat, smelly cock after another.

Despite the lasso, Raven was still acting at least a little like herself. "Starfire?..." She asked. "What are you doing?..."

"Oh, MMM....friend Raven! I am overjoyed-MMMmmm...overjoyed that you're okay!"

"You look pretty 'overjoyed' right now surrounded by that much cock."

"Isn't it wonderful, Raven? I've learned-AHH-mmm....so much since becoming a **** here on Earth!" For example, mmm....right now, I'm being ****! It's an honorary tradition for a princess!"

Of course, Raven knew it wasn't. In fact, she had just gone through a horrible ordeal herself, having taken load after load of sticky, white jizz from her captor, Brother Blood. Raven remembered completely the indignity she suffered, being used over and over in an attempt to free Trigon. She blushed a bit as the feelings started to return. And now, her only Earthly friend, this naive princess, was being taken advantage of in much the same way.

Raven shook her head a bit, and calmly stated with a hint of sarcasm. "That's interesting, Starfire. I had no idea..."

John walked in from the kitchen, also as naked as Diana, finishing up a small cup of yogurt he had in his hands.

"Ah, there you are, Diana, I was getting a bit worried about you."

"I have brought you a new ****." Diana said, bowing her head a bit in respect. "Her name is Raven."

Raven walked over to her new master, gingerly getting on her knees. It was obvious she had never done anything like this before. Not willingly, anyway.

"Hello, master..."

"Hmm...I have a thing for leotards. I love Dianas armor, but yours does an even better job of showing off your curves. I like you..."

"Whatever..." Raven said, looking back over at Starfire.

"Do you care that I'm taking advantage of your friends? Lying to her to make her do such disgusting things?"

"You can do whatever you want. Starfire is pretty dumb, and she's a woman. You have a right to do anything you want with her."

"And you as well."

"Just try not to make too much of a mess of my body."

Her master chuckled at her lone request. "Well, can't promise anything there."

--

John was really starting to like this yogurt. It was even helping him lose a bit of weight. That added with the exercise from fucking the princess of Paradise Island over and over again. He never imagined he'd need to start a diet to keep up with all this. He was leaning against a concrete wall, around the corner of a very familiar alleyway. It was one that Diana went to every now and then, to let loose her carnal desires to serve men. He could hear the moaning and screaming of all three slaves being **** by the group of homeless men who now held them captive. Not that they couldn't break loose at any time.

Diana emerge from the shadows of the alleyway, somehow covered in even more cum than when she returned from her mission.

"Are Starfire and Raven having fun?" He asked them, throwing away the empty cup of yogurt.

"They are, my master. Starfire is still under the impression that the bums in there are various princes from all around the world, all vying to become her husband. She's even taking a liking to one who gave her a nice, yellow treat that happened to only flow from his cock."

"And Raven?"

"She's kept quiet, except for the moaning. She may need more...interesting and public scenarios for you to be amused by her."

"Well, we have plenty of time. There's one more woman I want to add to my stables."

"And who may that be, master?"

"A certain annoying feminist superheroine. I'd like to change that around. Could be fun..."

Diana raised an eyebrow at such a strange term. "What's...a feminist?"

"Oh boy..." her master said, crossing his arms. "Diana, get ready to meet your worst nightmare."